Daddy it's 2:13
and I'm glad you found a way...

Sometimes I get so giddy on possibility
that I spin wildly with the world...

I can not possibly fathom
how those green eyes idolize infirmity...

Kiss her
sultry red lips...

Lately...
I feel like my guitar...

I saw you the other day
basking in all your priggish philosophies...

I feel deflated, like a birthday balloon
post party...

Oh your cryptic lines play words
like a carnival game...

I never noticed her, just two stools......a way;
we both sat with bleary eyes...

I am fascinated more
by distance...

I am
pretty ugly...

If sorrow is sunless
then I'm after midnight...